The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 940

Chapter 940 Darklight +1

Late that evening, Karl and the others had returned to the same Inn that they had stayed at the previous evening, for one last night of rest before leaving.

"How do you plan to go west? The road runs northwest into the city of Khizdila before you'll find a secondary road running west into Gabil. And that is a four-day journey, all the way up to Nulnalgat." The waitress asked as they made plans for the journey.

"We have the services of a Thunderbird, and there is a black dragon among us. So, I was intending to simply fly straight west until we saw signs of our target." Karl suggested.

The stout young Dwarven woman nodded. "Just be sure to dress the ladies nice and warm. If you're going to fly high enough to get up above the mountains, the air will get mighty cold.

Once you get to the Narabar river valley, the mountains will mostly end, giving way to the craggy hills of the west country. If you're going straight west, the border shouldn't be far from where the hills flatten out to badlands and desert."

"Who named these places?" Ophelia muttered, struggling to pronounce half of the words that the Dwarf was saying.

The waitress chuckled. "They're in Hill Dwarf. It's a rough sounding tongue, a creole of Dwarven and Serpent with a bit of Orcish thrown in for spice. But, as they're still all over the island, nobody ever tried to mess with their city and river names.

Besides, they picked names that the locals could pronounce, and many of them are lizardfolk or dragon descended.

Tessa took out a map of the region and showed it to the waitress. "Is there anywhere here that you would recommend that we go to check in with the locals and ask about the targets we want to hunt?"

The woman pointed at the icon for a medium-sized city near the border, close to the southern shores of the island.

"Don't stop there. Shatholaled, better known as the Sheit Hole, is a filthy place full of bandits and merchants. As you're flying, you could stop in at Barukth. That's a hundred kilometres north, but about the same distance by air from Bara.

That one is mostly Hill Dwarves and beastkin, so it's a bit rowdy, but they'll give you good directions on where there has been trouble.

If you run into issues, stop at the Weaponsmith and ask for Iggy. He's an old Royal Guard, and he won't send you astray." She insisted.

"A friend of yours?" Ophelia asked.

The waitress shook her head. "Not personally. But I have met all his sons. They're Royal Guards as well, on deployment in the west country at the moment."

"Are there any names I might be able to pronounce?" Ophelia asked with a smile.

The waitress smirked and gave her a conspiratorial wink. "Aye. If you go west down the road from Barukth, you will get to Banar. Now, either of those can be pronounced with a Werebear's huff and roar, so you should be fine on that front. But after that, it will start getting harder again.

Where are you stopping the night? The border is close to six hundred kilometres from here."